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Amen.

You there, boy. What day is this?

Christmas Eve, sir. What year?

You fickle something.

Oi! Just answer the question.

Year, our Lord, 1851, sir. Right.

Nice year.

Bit dull.

Who, me?

Doctor!

Don't worry, don't worry.

Stand back. What have we got here?

OK,

I've got it. And whatever's behind that door, I think you should get out of

here. Doctor!

Come on, I'm standing right here.

Don't be stupid.

Who are you?

I'm the Doctor. Doctor who?

Just the Doctor. Well, there can't be two of you.

Where the hell have you been?

Don't worry.

Stand back. What have we got here, then? Hold on, hold on. Who are you?

I'm the Doctor.

Simply the doctor. The one, the only, and the best.

Rosita, give me the sonic screwdriver.

Lord? Now, quickly, get back to the times. Back to the what? If you could

stand back, sir, this is a job for a time, Lord.

Job for what, Lord?

Oh, that's new.

I've been hunting this beast for a good fortnight now. Step back, sir.

Some sort of primitive conversion.

Like they took the brain of a cat or a dog. Well, talking's all very well.

Rosie, sir? I'm ready.

Now, watch and learn.

Excellent.

Now then, let's pull this temerous beastie down to earth.

Or not.

Have I been a little bit of trouble?

Nothing changes. I'm not you.

You idiot!

Perhaps if you could pull.

I am pulling.

In this position, I could not pull, could I?

Then I suggest you let go, sir. I'm not letting you out of my sight, Doctor.

Don't you recognise me? Oh, should I?

Have we met?

This is hardly the right time for me to go through my social calendar.

I should introduce Rosita.

My faithful companion, always telling me off.

Well, they do, don't they?

Rosita.

Good name.

Hello, Rosita.

Now I'll have to go and dismantle the traps.

All that for nothing.

And we've only got 20 minutes to the funeral, don't forget.

Then back to the TARDIS, right?

Funeral? Oh, long story.

Not my own, not yet.

I'm not as young as I was. Well.

Not as young as you were when you were with me. When I was who?

You really don't recognise me?

Not at all.

But you're the Doctor.

The next Doctor.

Or the next but one, the future Doctor, anyway.

No, no, don't tell me how it happened. Although, hope I don't just trip over a

brick. That'd be embarrassing.

Then again, painless.

Worst ways to go depends on the brick. You're gabbling, sir.

Now, might I ask, who are you, exactly?

No, I'm, uh, I'm just Smith, John Smith.

But I've heard all about you, Doctor.

Bit of a legend, if I say so myself.

Modesty forbids me to agree with you, sir, but yes, yes I am.

A legend with certain memories missing, am I right?

How do you know that?

You've forgotten me.

Great swathes of my life have been stolen away.

When I turn my mind to the past, there's nothing.

Going how far back? Since the Cybermen.

Masters of the hellish war scuttler and old enemies of mine. Now at work in

London town.

You won't believe this, Mr. Smith.

But they are creatures from another world.

Really?

Wow. It's said they fell onto London.

Out of the sky in a blaze of light.

And they found me.

Something was taken.

And something was lost.

What was I like?

In the past?

I don't think I should say. Sorry.

Gotta be careful with memory loss. One wrong word.

It's strange, though.

I talk of Cybermen.

From the stars.

And you don't blink, Mr. Smith.

Ah, don't blink. Remember that?

Whatever you do, don't blink. The blinking and the statues and Sally and

the angels, no?

You're a very odd man.

You must know.

Something's wrong here. Oh, the funeral!

The funeral's at two o'clock.

It's been a pleasure, Mr Smith.

Don't breathe a word of it. Oh, can't I come with you? It's far too dangerous.

Rest assured, I shall keep this city safe.

Oh, and, uh... Merry Christmas, Mr Smith. Merry Christmas, Doctor.

Report. Cyber Shade 16 has made contact.

Then observe the enemy.

This man is dangerous.

This man is our enemy.

This man is the Doctor.

I've been hunting this beast for a good fortnight now. Step back, sir.

The attack is scheduled for 1400 hours. Plans for the ascension demand a

successful intervention. Is everything in position?

That's rather dependent on you.

All I can promise is to do my best.

Define the parameters of best.

As you would say, I will operate at maximum efficiency.

And you'll keep your part of the bargain. You will be heralded in the new

age at the court of the Cyber King.

The Cyber King will rise.

The Cyber King will rise.

Indeed.

How like a man.

Now if you'll excuse me.

I have a funeral to attend.

The late Reverend Fairchild leaving his place of residence for the last time.

God rest his soul.

Now, with the house empty, I shall effect an entrance at the rear while you

go back to the TARDIS.

This is hardly work for a woman.

Oh, don't make me saving your life. That's work for a woman, isn't it? The

doctor's companion does what the doctor says.

Off you go.

Hello.

How did you get in? Oh, front door. I'm good at doors. Um, do you mind my

asking?

Is that your sonic screwdriver?

I'd be lost without it.

That's a screwdriver.

How's it sonic?

Well, it makes a noise.

That's sonic, isn't it?

Now, since we're acting like common burglars, I suggest we get out of plain

view.

This investigation of yours, what's it all about?

It started with a murder.

Oh, good.

I mean, bad, but who's... Mr Jackson Lake.

A teacher of mathematics from Sussex. Came to London three weeks ago and died

a terrible death.

Cyberman.

It's hard to say.

His body was never found. But then it started.

More secret murders, then abductions.

Children stolen away in silence.

So whose house is this?

The latest murder.

The Reverend Aubrey Fairchild, found with burns to his forehead, like some

advanced form of electrocution.

But who was he? Was he important?

You ask a lot of questions.

I'm your companion.

The Reverend was the pillar of the community, a member of many parish

boards, a keen advocate of children's charities.

Children again?

But why would the Cybermen want him dead?

And what's his connection to the first death, this Jackson Lake?

It's funny.

They seem to be telling you everything.

As though you engendered some sort of... trust.

You seem familiar, Mr. Smith.

I know your face.

But how?

I wonder.

I can't help noticing you're wearing a fog watch.

Is that important?

Legend has it that the memories of a Time Lord...

can be contained within a watch.

Do you mind?

It's sad.

If it's opened.

Ooh. Maybe not.

But it's more for decoration.

Yeah. Anyway, alien infiltration. Yes. Just look for anything different.

Possibly metal. Anything that doesn't seem to belong. Perhaps a mechanical

device that could fit no earthly engine. Could even seem to be organic.

But unlike any organism of the natural world.

Shh.

What's that noise?

Oh, it's just... me.

Whistling.

I wonder what's in here, though.

Ah.

Different and metal, you were right.

They are info stamps.

I mean, at a guess.

If I were you, I'd say they worked...

Something like this.

See?

Compressed information.

Tons of it.

That is the history of London, 1066 to the present day.

This is like a disc, cyber disc.

Why would there so many? Something so simple.

They've got to be wireless.

Unless they're in the wrong century. They haven't got much power.

You need plain old basic info stamps to update themselves.

You alright?

I'm fine.

No, what is it?

What's wrong?

I've seen one of these before.

I was holding this device the night I lost my mind.

The night I regenerated.

The Cybermen.

They made me change.

My mind, my face, my whole self.

And you were there.

Who are you?

Friend.

I swear.

Then I beg you, John.

Help me.

Ah.

Two words I never refuse.

But it's not a conversation for a dead man's house.

It'll make more sense if we go back to the TARDIS. Your, uh, TARDIS.

Hold on. I just need to do a little final check. Won't take a tick.

Because there's one more thing I can't help thinking of. If this room's got

info stamps, then maybe, just maybe, it's got something that needs info

stamping.

Okay.

I think we should run.

Now, Doctor!

Delete.

The doctors will be deleted.

You don't want to come near me when I've got one of these.

This is your last warning.

No. OK, this is really your last warning. OK, I give up.

Listen to me properly.

Whatever you're doing, stuck in an 1850, I can help.

I mean it. I'm the only person in the world who can help you. Listen to me.

I'm the Doctor.

You need me.

Check your memory banks. My name's the Doctor.

Leave this man alone.

The Doctor is me!

You need the doctor, and that's me!

Get up!

In it.

In it. In it. In it. In it. In it. In it.

In it.

whipped up in the car and broke the safety. Zap!

Only the doctor would think of that.

I did that.

Last time.

Come here, you'll be okay.

Let me just check.

You told them you were the doctor. Why did you do that?

Oh, just protecting you.

You're trying to take away the only thing I've got.

Like they did.

They stole something.

Something so precious, but...

I can't remember what happened to me.

What did they do?

We'll find out.

You and me together.

For as much as it hath pleased almighty God of his great mercy to take unto

himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his

body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.

Ensure uncertain hope of the resurrection to eternal life.

through our Lord Jesus Christ, who shall change our vile body,

that it may be like unto his glorious body, according to the mighty working.

Do continue.

Madam, I must protest.

Whatever for?

A lady at the graveside is debatable enough, but your apparel. Is it too

exciting? You're disgracing the ceremony, just like a harlot.

Oh, and you should know, Mr Cole.

How do you know my name?

You've walked past me so many times, all you good men of charity, never once

asking my name.

It's Miss Hartigan, isn't it?

Oh, you noticed.

I saw you looking, you cheeky boy.

Sorry, but who is she?

Matron of the St Joseph's workhouse, your humble servant.

Oh, I've watched you all, visiting, smiling.

Bestowing your beneficence upon the poor?

Will I scrub down their filthy beds?

I must insist that you depart.

But that's why the late Reverend Fairchild had to die.

Together you all in one place.

Where better than a funeral?

Man that is born of woman hath but a short time to live.

Although I've got some friends who might disagree with that. Would you like to

meet them?

Hark! I can hear them now.

Thank you. Mr. Cole, Mr. Schoonz, Mr. Fetch, Mr. Milligan, stay where you are.

You're needed. The rest of you are disposable.

Sorry. What manner of men are they?

Cybermen.

Pete, Mr.

Cole, Mr.

Schoonz, Mr.

Fetch, Mr. Milligan, stay.

Mom stress footage Merry Christmas to you, too, but why are we spared what you

need us for your children?

It's funny now. I think of it, but in all these years not one of you has asked

my first name It's mercy

Now

there was a little decorum

He's always doing this, leaving me behind, going frantic.

What about the TARDIS? Oh, she's ready. Come on.

I'm looking forward to this.

You were right, though, Rosita.

The Reverend Furchard's death was the work of the Cybermen.

So you live here? At temporary base, until we right the enemy.

The TARDIS is magnificent, but it's hardly a home.

And where's the TARDIS now?

In the yard.

Uh, what's all this luggage?

Evidence. Property of Jackson Lake, the first man to be murdered.

Oh, but my new friend is a fighter, Rosita, much like myself.

He faced the Cybermen with a cutlass.

I'm not ashamed to say he was braver than I.

He was quite brilliant.

Are you whistling again?

Yes. Yes, I am, yeah.

Yeah.

That's another man's property.

Well, a dead man's.

How did you two meet, then?

He saved my life.

Late one night, by the Osterman's Wharf, this creature came out of the shadows.

A man made of metal.

I thought I was going to die.

And then... There he was.

The Doctor.

Can you help him, sir?

He has such terrible dreams.

Wakes at night.

In such a state of terror.

Come now, Rosita.

With all the things the Time Lord has seen.

Everything he's lost.

You must surely have bad dreams.

Yeah.

Oh, now.

Look.

Jackson Lake had an info stamp.

But how?

Is that significant?

Doctor, the answer to all this is in your TARDIS.

Can I see it?

Mr. Smith, it would be my honor.

There she is.

By transport through time and space.

The TARDIS.

You've got a bloom.

TARDIS. T-A-R-D-I-S.

It stands for Tethered Aerial Release Developed in Style.

Do you see?

Well, I do now.

I like it. Good.

TARDIS.

Brilliant. Nice one. Is it inflated by gas, yeah?

We're adjacent to the Mountain Street Gas Works. I pay them a modest fee.

Good work, Jed.

Glad to be of service, sir.

You've got quite a bit of money.

Oh, you get nothing for nothing.

How's that rip panel, Jed? All repaired. Should work the tree.

Never know, maybe tonight's the night, Doctor.

Imagine it.

Seeing Christmas from above.

Well, not just yet, I think.

One day I will ascend, one day soon.

You've never actually been up?

He dreams of leaving, but never does.

I can depart in the TARDIS once London is safe.

And finally when I'm up there.

Think of it, John.

Time and the space.

The perfect escape.

Do you ever wonder where you're escaping from?

With every moment.

Then do you want me to tell you?

Because I think I've worked it out now.

How you became the Doctor.

What do you think?

Do you want to know?

Mr. Cole, Mr.

Schoonz, Mr. Fetch and Mr. Milligan.

You have your instructions, and the court of the Cyber King is waiting.

First of all, let's just see.

A little test.

Turn right.

Turn left.

And face me.

Oh, I could do this forever.

But now, set about your appointed tasks.

And bring them to me.

The story begins with the Cybermen.

A long time away.

And not so far from here, the Cybermen were fought.

And they were beaten.

And they were sent into a howling wilderness called the Void.

Locked inside forevermore.

And then a greater battle rose up.

So great that everything inside the Void perished.

But as the walls of the world weakened...

The last of the Cybermen must have fallen through the dimensions, back in

time, to land here.

And they found you.

I fought them, I know that.

But what happened?

At the same time, another man came to London.

Mr. Jackson Lake.

Plenty of luggage, money in his pocket, maybe coming to town for the winter

season or that.

But he found the Cybermen too.

And just like you, exactly like you, he took hold of an info stamp.

But he's dead.

Jackson Lake is dead.

The Cybermen murdered him. You said no body was ever found.

And you kept all the suitcases, but you could never bring yourself to open them.

I told you the answer was in the fob watch.

Can I see?

J.L.

The Watch is Jackson Lake's.

Jackson Lake is you, sir.

But I'm the Doctor.

You became the Doctor because the info stamp you picked up was a book about one

particular man.

The Cybermen's database.

Starting from the Daleks inside the void, I'd say. But it's everything you

could want to know about the Doctor.

That's you.

Time Lord TARDIS. Enemy of the Cybermen.

The one and the only.

You see, the info stamp must have backfired.

Streamed all that information about me right inside your head.

I am nothing but a lie.

No, no, no, no, no.

Info stamps are just facts and figures.

All that bravery.

Saving Rosita, defending London Town.

The invention, building a TARDIS, that's all you.

And what else?

Tell me what else.

There's still something missing, isn't there?

I demand you tell me, sir.

Tell me what they took.

Sorry.

I am so sorry.

But that's an awful lot of luggage for one man.

Because an info stamp is plain technology. It's not enough to make a

man lose his mind.

What you suffered is called a fugue.

A fugue state where the mind just runs away because it can't bear to look back.

You wanted to become someone else.

Because Jackson Lake had lost so much.

Midnight.

Christmas Day.

Oh. You found a whole cache of info stamps.

But what is it?

What's that noise?

Activation. Call to arms.

The Cybermen are moving!

The Doctor needs help.

I learned that much about him.

There should be someone at his side.

Now go.

Go.

What is it?

What's happening?

That's Mr Cole.

His master, the Hazel Street Workhouse.

Maybe he's taken him to prison.

Oh, nothing as hurry as that.

Can you hear me?

Hello?

Hello?

Mr Cole, you seem to have something in your ear.

Now, this might hurt a bit, but if I can just... Oh, dear on God.

Can't risk a fight, nor the children.

But where are they going?

They all need a good whipping, if you ask me.

There's tons of them. I've just seen another lot coming down from the Ingleby

workhouse, down Brokeback Lane. Where's that? This way.

There are thousands of them!

You will continue.

You will enter the court of the Cyber King.

March.

That is an order.

March.

Where is it?

That's the dot of the floce.

All the sewage runs through there, straight into the Thames. Yeah, that's

too well guarded.

We'll have to find another way in.

Whoa, that's cheating, sneaking up.

Do you have your legs on silent?

So, what do we have here? Listen, just walk towards me, slowly. Don't let them

touch you. No, but they wouldn't hurt me, my fine boys.

They are my knights in shining armour, quite literally.

Even if they've converted you, that's not a cyber speech pattern. You've still

got free will. I'm telling you, step away.

There's been no conversion, sir.

No one's ever been able to change my mind. The Cybermen offered me the one

thing I wanted.

Liberation. Who are you? You can be quiet.

I doubt he paid you to talk.

More importantly, who are you, sir, with such intimate knowledge of my

companions? I'm the Doctor.

Incorrect. You do not correspond to our image of the Doctor.

Yeah, but that's because your database got corrupted. Oh, look, look, look.

Check this.

The doctor's info stamp.

Plug it in. Go on, download.

The core has been damaged.

This info stamp would damage cyber units.

Oh, well, nice try.

Core repaired.

Download.

You are the Doctor.

Hello. You will be deleted.

No, no, but you, you, you, let me die happy. Just tell me one thing. What do

you need those children for?

What are children ever needed for?

They're a workforce.

But for what?

Very soon now, the whole Empire will see, and they will bow down in worship.

And it's all been timed for Christmas Day. Was that your idea, Miss...?

Hartigan. And yes, the perfect day for a birth, with a new message for the

people. Only this time, it won't be the words of a man.

The birth of what?

A birth and a death, namely yours.

Thank you, Doctor.

Glad to have been part of your very last conversation.

Now, delete them.

Delete.

At your service, Doctor.

Sheet!

Sheet! Come on! Come on! Sheet! One last thing.

Can I say I'm completely disabrood? Come on! Get off me! I said get off!

Why do you... Tell your masters we're not waiting till dawn.

The Cyber King will rise.

Tonight.

A stronghold down by the river.

I need to find a way in. No, I'm ahead of you.

My wife and I were moving to London so I could take up a post at the university.

And while my memory is still not intact, this was in the luggage.

The deeds.

15 Latimer Street.

And if I discover the Cybermen there in the cellar, then... That might be why I

didn't bleed.

But there's still more.

I remember the cellar.

And my wife.

But I swear there was something else in that room.

If we can find that, perhaps that's the key to defeating these invaders.

So, onwards.

Maybe you should go back. Don't even try.

You have wisdom. If the Doctor is planning to intervene, then the

ascension will commence immediately.

Excellent.

And as for you, Mr Cole, Mr Schoonz, Mr Fetch and Mr Milligan, your work is

done.

attention now let the new industrial revolution begin i want to see you work

Energy level 60% and rising.

Soon the Cyber King will awake.

Then show me.

Delete.

Must have been guarding this.

A dimension vault.

Stolen from the Daleks again. That's how the Cybermen travel through time.

Jackson, is this it?

The thing you couldn't remember?

I don't think so.

I just can't see.

It's like it's hidden. Ah, not enough power. Come on!

Avanti!

Oh, that is magnificent.

That is royalty indeed.

And that's quite a throne. Oh, you will look resplendent.

The chair you designate as throne is not intended for me. My function is to serve

the Cyber King, not to become the Cyber King.

Then who sits there?

No, now just... I think if you remember correctly, you said I was to be

heralded. All hail the Cyber King. All hail the Cyber King. But you promised me

you said I would never be converted.

That was designated.

A lie.

What do the Cybermen want?

They want us.

That's what Cybermen are.

Human beings with our brains put into metal shells.

They want every living thing to be like them.

You can't do this to me.

Incorrect. It is done.

But I would have served you anyway.

Your mind is riven with anger and abuse and revenge.

These have no place in a Cybermind.

Activate.

Emotions have tormented you all of your life. Now you will be set free.

This is your liberation.

Oh, for the love of God, have you no pity?

Correct.

The Cyber King

is born.

All hail the Cyber King.

of my soul.

What is it?

It's an engine.

It's emitting electricity, but what for?

We can set them free.

90%. But if we stop the engine, the power dies down. The Cybermen will come

running. Ooh.

Hold on.

Power fluctuation. That's not going to happen.

It's going wrong.

No, it's weird.

Software's rewriting itself.

It's changing.

I can see the stars.

The world's beyond.

The vortex of time itself and the whole of infinity.

Oh, but this is glorious.

That is incorrect.

Glorious is an emotional response.

Exactly. There is so much joy in this machine.

Joy is not acceptable.

Don't you see?

My mind is stronger than you ever thought. It dominates, sir.

It dominates you.

Alert! You are operating beyond the standard parameters.

I am new. The might of your technology combined with my own imagination.

Yes!

There will be a new race of Cybermen, my Cybermen.

Logic and strength combined with fury and passion.

Diagnosis, system failure. You will be removed from the processor.

No! What the hell's happening? It's out of control!

It's accelerating.

96%, 97%. When it reaches 100%.

What about the children?

They're disposable.

Come on!

I am Cyber King.

My mind inside Cybermen.

And you will obey me.

All hail the Cyber King!

Power levels now at 100%. Delete the workforce.

Delete.

Come on! As fast as you can! Come on!

There's a hot pie for everyone if you like it!

Go!

Resist the cannon and the sluice gate! Once you're out, keep running! Far as

you can!

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Turn right at the corner!

Fast as you can!

And don't stop!

Keep running!

Keep running!

Come, my soldiers.

Come to me.

Come on!

Keep running! Keep running!

Come on! Quick! Quick!

It's some sort of starter motor.

They're starting what?

They took my son.

No wonder my mind escaped those damn Cybermen. They took my child. But he's

alive, Doctor.

Frederick! Come on!

Oh, he's too scared.

Stay there!

Don't move!

I'm coming!

Cyber King, rising!

I can't get up there.

They finished with the motor.

It's gonna blow up! What are we going to do, Doctor? What are we going to do?

Come on, Jackson.

You know me.

Oh, that's it. Hello.

Now, hold on tight. Don't let go.

Merry Christmas.

Go to St Stephen's. Ask for the warden. He'll take care

of you.

Now run!

Quickly!

It's like the water!

The suffocating attempts!

Head to the street!

Come on, Doctor, hurry up!

Gotcha!

Home! I am risen!

Witness me, mankind.

A cyber king of all.

It's a cyber king!

A cyber king is what?

It's a ship. Dreadnought class.

Front line of an invasion. And inside the chest, a cyber factory.

Ready to convert millions.

And I will walk.

I will stride across this tiny, little world.

My people.

Why do they not rejoice?

Take himself.

Take himself. Don't depart, lad. But where are you going? To stop that thing.

Well, I shall be with you.

Jackson, you've got your son.

You've got a reason to live. Well, you haven't.

God save you, Doctor.

What's that thing, sir?

Oh, good man, Jed, wasn't it?

Jed, I need your help. I'm not going out of here.

I'll give you five pound notes.

All right, what do you want me to do?

The TARDIS is gonna fly!

People of the world, now hear me.

Your governments will surrender.

And if not...

Then behold my power.

You're flaming bogness, you are, sir. I said before, now get me.

I'm not enough power, come on. Get down and loose.

Never flown one of these before?

No, never.

Can I have my money now?

Well, get on with it.

My son, I thought I'd lost you. My son, Rosie.

This boy is my son.

It's the TARDIS.

She's flying!

Who the hell is that?

His name, sir, is the Doctor.

Attention, proximity alert. How is that even possible?

Oh, this I would see. Turn!

Excellent. The Doctor.

Yet another man come to assert himself against me in the night.

Miss Hartigan, I'm offering you a choice.

You might have the most remarkable mind this world has ever seen.

Strong enough to control the Cybermen themselves.

I don't need you to sanction me.

No, but such a mind deserves to live.

The Cybermen came to this world using a dimension vault.

I can use that device to find you a home with no people to convert, but a new

world. Where you can live out your mechanical life in peace.

I have the world alone.

And it is abundant with so many minds ready to become extensions of me. Why

would I leave this place?

Because if you don't, I'll have to stop you.

What do you make of me, sir? An idiot?

No.

The question is, what do you make of me?

You make me into this.

Then I have made you a failure.

Your weapons are useless, sir.

I wasn't trying to kill you.

All I did was break the cyber connection, leaving your mind open.

Open, I think, for the first time in far too many years.

So you can see.

Just look at yourself.

Look at what you've done.

I'm sorry, Miss Hartigan, but look at what you've become.

I'm so sorry.

He's killed it!

For whatever he did, he's killed it!

Are you ready?

I'd say he used that dimension vault to transfer the wreckage of the Cyber King

into the time vortex, there to be harmlessly disintegrated.

I've picked up a lot.

Ah, here.

Ladies and gentlemen, I know that man.

That Doctor on high.

And I know that he has done this deed a thousand times.

But not once, no sir, not once, not ever has he ever been thanked.

But no more.

For I say to you on this Christmas morn, bravo, sir!

The city will recover, as London always does.

Though the events of today will be history, spoken of for centuries to

come. Yeah, only that.

And a new history begins for me.

I find myself a widower, but with my son.

And with a good friend.

Now, take care of that one. She's marvellous.

Frederick will need a nursemaid, and I can think of none better.

But you're welcome to join us.

We thought we might all dine together at the Traveler's Halt.

A Christmas feast in celebration.

And in memory of those we have lost.

You won't stay?

No, I said, you know me.

No.

I don't think anyone does.

And this is it!

Oh! Oh, if I might, Doctor, one last adventure?

Oh. Be my guest.

Oh.

Oh, my word.

Oh.

Oh, goodness me.

This is...

Well, this is nonsense.

Well, that's one word for it.

Complete and utter wonderful nonsense.

Oh, very, very silly.

Oh, no.

I can't bear it.

Oh, it's causing my head to ache. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, gracious.

That's quite enough.

I take it this is goodbye?

Onwards and outwards.

Tell me one thing.

All those facts and figures I saw of the Doctor's life, you were never alone.

All those bright and shining companions?

But not anymore?

No.

Why do I ask why not?

They leave.

Because they should, or they find someone else.

And some of them, some of them...

Forget me.

I suppose in the end...

They break my heart.

That offer of Christmas dinner.

It's no longer a request, it's a demand.

In memory of those we've lost.

Just this once. You've actually gone and changed my mind. Not many people can do

that.

Jackson, if anyone had to be the Doctor, I'm glad it was you.

The feast awaits.

Come with me.

Walk this way. I certainly will.

Merry Christmas to you, Jackson.

Merry Christmas indeed, Doctor.

It's a case of Doctor Doctor over on BBC3 now with a festive Doctor Who

confidential. And there's a monster file on the Cyberman, but don't hit delete.

And videos from Derva Kerwin and David Morrissey at bbc.co.uk slash Doctor Who.